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On the other hand, Wang Huai still did not release the power of his true essence, but the clothes on his body had been damaged a lot by the sword intent, and he looked a bit embarrassed, but his face was still calm and indifferent.

But Wang Huai did not stop, and Beigong Luan followed closely behind.

In the end, at a distance of 20 meters from the crater, Bei Gongluan reached the limit. His half-step Martial Emperor's true energy could barely protect his face from the damage of the sword intent, but could no longer protect him. He moved on.

He knew in his own mind that maybe two or three meters further forward, the sword intent would be able to completely destroy his defense, and his life might be in danger by then.

"Young Master Wang, I can only go here." Bei Gongran looked at Wang Huai, revealing unwillingness in his words.

After all, he still underestimated Wang Huai, even though he thought that through more than 60 years of research, he knew enough about the Absolute Immortal Sword, even though his strength level was several levels higher than Wang Huai.

The clothes on Wang Huai had been torn into countless pieces, and the terrifying sword intent had drawn countless scars on Wang Huai's body. However, Wang Huai still did not release the power of his true essence, as if he could not feel the power The suggestion was rampant, as if those wounds were not on his body at all.

"You go back first, I'll look ahead."

After Wang Huai finished speaking, he took a big step forward, and went straight forward for more than ten meters, and then stood less than ten meters away from the crater. He opened his hands and let the infinite sword intent strike his body keep splitting...

"This……"

It was only then that Bei Gongluan realized how terrifying this Wang Huai really was. Doesn't it hurt him? Isn't he afraid of dying there if he is beaten hard?
Wang Huai's body was continuously cut open with countless wounds, and then recovered continuously under the terrifying self-healing ability of the power of the tree of life.

The arrogance of this Absolute Immortal Sword is indeed somewhat beyond Wang Huai's imagination. Such a sword intent does not mean that anyone with perseverance can approach it without fear of death.

Just like Wang Huai, if it wasn't for the fact that he possesses the power of the tree of life, all wounds can heal quickly, he probably wouldn't be able to get close to the Immortal Sword at all, maybe before he got close, he would have lost too much blood and died of serious injuries. It's useless to be strong. After all, not being afraid of death doesn't mean you won't die.

Wang Huai stepped forward again, five steps in a row, and finally Wang Huai stood less than five meters away from the crater.

Here, Wang Huai finally saw the sword, in the center of the crater, surrounded by countless magma, tumbling and roaring, like a manic red devil, wanting to swallow everything close to it.

In fact, the magma in the volcano can indeed devour everything, of course, excluding the Juexian Sword suspended there, and Wang Bad who is close to it.

"It's a good sword." Wang Huai smiled faintly, "I just don't know, how does it compare to mine?"

As Wang Huai said, he took out the Fuxi Death Sword from his sea of ​​consciousness, and then performed the Wutian Sword Technique, slashing towards the Juexian Sword with one move, Wutian Nirvana.

An extremely terrifying sword intent erupted from in front of Wang Huai, and rushed towards Juexianjian.

What is he doing?
When people in the distance saw this scene, they were all speechless. Is Wang Huai going to fight Juexianjian?
This scene surprised everyone in the Beigong family.

The sword intent fell on the sky above the crater. He thought there would be an earth-shattering impact, but what shocked Wang Huai was that his majestic sword intent was like a river pouring into the sea, without making any sound.

"Swallowed?" Wang Huai was a little surprised. Judging from the scene in front of him, the sword he slashed with Fuxi's death sword, almost with all his strength, was swallowed by the Juexian sword?
Wang Huai has been using the Fuxi Sword for some years. The level of the Fuxi Sword has been growing along with Wang Huai's strength. Now it is at the level of a half-step holy weapon. Emperor, or half-step Wuhuang, this Fuxi sword should be able to grow into a holy weapon.

It can be said that in terms of swordsmanship, relying on Wang Huai's unique insights into Wutian swordsmanship and the domineering sword intent of Fuxi's Death Sword, he seldom loses.

Whether facing Yue Changkong, who is known as the God of Sword, Zhang Tianyi, who claims to be the Son of Light, or even Yuelong City, where he has mastered the Dragon Chanting Sword Art, Wang Huai has absolute confidence in his sword intent.

But this time, Wang Huai actually felt a tremor in his heart when facing the Juexian Sword that was suspended there without moving.

Not only Wang Huai, but even the Fuxi Death Sword itself, Wang Huai seemed to feel fear from it.

"Why, are you afraid of it? Or are you excited and want to compete with him?" Wang Huai licked his lips, showing a hint of excitement.

The way of swordsmanship is to be able to grow in adversity and danger. If all the people you meet are not as good as you, then what's the point.

The same is true for the Fuxi sword, if all the swords it encounters are inferior to it, then what's the point.

"Hahahaha, old buddy, this is the first time we have encountered a sword that is more ruthless than yours. How about we fight it?" Wang Huai finished speaking, holding Fuxi's death sword with both hands, almost shaking his whole body. All the power is put on the blade.

A strange ray of light emerged from the pitch-black sword body, as if moonlight appeared in the pitch-black night sky, spilling from the Milky Way, illuminating the night sky and illuminating the entire land.

"Fuxi sword is destroyed, life and death sword intent, cut!"

That is……

The people watching Wang Huai's sword from a distance were a little stunned. They seemed to have seen a beautiful painting, whether it was Wang Huai, the Fuxi sword in Wang Huai's hand, or the volcano, and the Juexian sword in the volcano. , are all part of that painting, so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

However, beauty has always been the most extravagant thing, and soon, the sword intent of Fuxi's Death Sword surpassed that of Juexian Sword.

"buzz"

There was a sword cry between heaven and earth, like a sigh of heaven and earth, a fierce light shot up from the crater of the volcano, killing intent, the killing intent filled the sky, as if to smash the sky into pieces.

The terrifying Sword Intent King Bad Wang Bad completely devoured it.

"Buzzing..."

In the distance, the swords in everyone's hands began to tremble, and they all began to move around, as if they had heard the call, and all of them were about to unsheath themselves.

"What's going on? My sword is out of control." Someone shouted.

"Mine too, it's scary."

"What happened, what happened after Wang Shao approached the volcano?" The people in the distance looked at the sword intent all over the sky, and didn't know what happened. They just felt that the whole world was surrounded by sword intent .

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Everyone's swords flew towards the volcano, and then they spun around the volcano less than 30 meters away from the volcano. Endless swords and sword intent enveloped the entire Ash Mountain.

"Young Master Wang, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than good. No one can survive under such sword intent, even the Emperor Wu, I'm afraid it is impossible." Nangong Qinshan sighed.

Standing in the middle of the infinite sword intent, Wang Huai had just collided head-on with the Juexian sword intent once. He felt that his hands were about to shatter, and his entire arm was still trembling with the Fuxi sword. Not only that, he even felt, In his own sea of ​​consciousness, the Fuxi Shengjian was also ready to move.